If I had arrived at the table like that, talking like that, my father would have imparted a swift accelleration to the nether part of my cranium.
Following that, I'd be told to go back up to my room, and remake my entrnce in an altogether different manner. This would not be open to debate or negociation.
Had I attempted to serve myself in that way, with no thanks offered, i'd have found myself wearing that bowl, and my fingers stinging from a sharp rap with a serving spoon from my mother.
I'll bet Chuck is a politician by now, or maybe he owns a huge car-dealership.
I'm afraid I serve myself in an "athletic manner" just like Chuck. In my household when I was growing up there were minimal expectations around table manners. My parents were usually too busy fighting to notice whether we dipped the spoon away from us or not.
If I had arrived at the table like that, talking like that, my father would have imparted a swift accelleration to the nether part of my cranium.
ReplyDeleteFollowing that, I'd be told to go back up to my room, and remake my entrnce in an altogether different manner. This would not be open to debate or negociation.
Had I attempted to serve myself in that way, with no thanks offered, i'd have found myself wearing that bowl, and my fingers stinging from a sharp rap with a serving spoon from my mother.
I'll bet Chuck is a politician by now, or maybe he owns a huge car-dealership.
I'm afraid I serve myself in an "athletic manner" just like Chuck. In my household when I was growing up there were minimal expectations around table manners. My parents were usually too busy fighting to notice whether we dipped the spoon away from us or not.
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